Anticipated Dread - Poem by Matthew Hyatt
These bars, cold iron and steel
Like death's touch they feel
Keeping me in my place they stand firm
While trapped here bad thoughts churn
I hate this cage, this vice of life.
Tearing down a decent mans strife
The bars, rusted and cold
This man's life is already sold
the bland walls, lifeless and bleak
Shaking the foundation and not even a creak
A stone cold hell wrought with malice
Anything outside is considered a palace.
Once you get out you want back in
For the outside is infested with sin.
'Let me back in, Let me back in
To that once dreary place
For the outside is a devilish place.
That place is infested with evil and fear.
Please oh please don't let me anywhere near.'
If I had to choose a place to rest
I would choose the cold iron bars as a place to nest.
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